The Wedding

I married

The old stone wall

Hidden behind

The rhododendrons

I found it

When the snow

Angel coloured lead

Bowed the branches

White flakes

For my veil

We borrowed

The blue

Sky, old

And new

And stood in front

Of ourselves

No witnesses.

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